Their Frailty (Siegfried Sassoon Poems)
He's got a Blighty wound. He's safe; and then War's fine and bold and bright. She can forget the doomed ...
Siegfried Sassoon Poems (147 Poems)
To a Very Wise Man (Siegfried Sassoon Poems)
I Fires in the dark you build; tall quivering flames In the huge midnight forest of the unknown. Your soul ...
Wonderment (Siegfried Sassoon Poems)
Then a wind blew; And he who had forgot he moved Lonely amid the green and silver morning weather, Suddenly ...
Secret Music (Siegfried Sassoon Poems)
I keep such music in my brain No din this side of death can quell; Glory exulting over pain, And ...
Alone (Siegfried Sassoon Poems)
I've listened: and all the sounds I heard Were music,-wind, and stream, and bird. With youth who sang from hill ...
To Victory (Siegfried Sassoon Poems)
Return to greet me, colours that were my joy, Not in the woeful crimson of men slain, But shining as ...
Devotion to Duty (Siegfried Sassoon Poems)
I was near the King that day. I saw him snatch And briskly scan the G.H.Q. dispatch. Thick-voiced, he read ...
Noah (Siegfried Sassoon Poems)
When old Noah stared across the floods, Sky and water melted into one Looking-glass of shifting tides and sun. Mountain-tops ...
Vision (Siegfried Sassoon Poems)
I love all things that pass: their briefness is Music that fades on transient silences. Winds, birds, and glittering leaves ...
Nimrod in September (Siegfried Sassoon Poems)
When half the drowsy world's a-bed And misty morning rises red, With jollity of horn and lusty cheer, Young Nimrod ...
Wind in the Beechwood (Siegfried Sassoon Poems)
The glorying forest shakes and swings with glancing Of boughs that dip and strain; young, slanting sprays Beckon and shift ...
A Letter Home (Siegfried Sassoon Poems)
(To Robert Graves) I Here I'm sitting in the gloom Of my quiet attic room. France goes rolling all around, ...
The Redeemer (Siegfried Sassoon Poems)
Darkness: the rain sluiced down; the mire was deep; It was past twelve on a mid-winter night, When peaceful folk ...
To Any Dead Officer (Siegfried Sassoon Poems)
Well, how are things in Heaven? I wish you'd say, Because I'd like to know that you're all right. Tell ...
Middle-Ages (Siegfried Sassoon Poems)
I heard a clash, and a cry, And a horseman fleeing the wood. The moon hid in a cloud. Deep ...
A Wanderer (Siegfried Sassoon Poems)
When Watkin shifts the burden of his cares And all that irked him in his bound employ, Once more become ...
Break of Day (Siegfried Sassoon Poems)
There seemed a smell of autumn in the air At the bleak end of night; he shivered there In a ...
The Working Party (Siegfried Sassoon Poems)
Three hours ago he blundered up the trench, Sliding and poising, groping with his boots; Sometimes he tripped and lurched ...
Thrushes (Siegfried Sassoon Poems)
Tossed on the glittering air they soar and skim, Whose voices make the emptiness of light A windy palace. Quavering ...
Limitations (Siegfried Sassoon Poems)
If you could crowd them into forty lines! Yes; you can do it, once you get a start; All that ...
‘In the Pink’ (Siegfried Sassoon Poems)
So Davies wrote: ' This leaves me in the pink. ' Then scrawled his name: ' Your loving sweetheart Willie ...
A Working Party (Siegfried Sassoon Poems)
Three hours ago he blundered up the trench, Sliding and poising, groping with his boots; Sometimes he tripped and lurched ...
Miracles (Siegfried Sassoon Poems)
I dreamt I saw a huge grey boat in silence steaming Down a canal; it drew the dizzy landscape after; ...
The Imperfect Lover (Siegfried Sassoon Poems)
I never asked you to be perfect-did I?- Though often I've called you sweet, in the invasion Of mastering love. ...
Parted (Siegfried Sassoon Poems)
Sleepless I listen to the surge and drone And drifting roar of the town's undertone; Till through quiet falling rain ...
Editorial Impressions (Siegfried Sassoon Poems)
He seemed so certain 'all was going well', As he discussed the glorious time he'd had While visiting the trenches. ...
The Dreamers (Siegfried Sassoon Poems)
Soldiers are citizens of death's gray land, Drawing no dividend from time's to-morrows. In the great hour of destiny they ...
Trench Duty (Siegfried Sassoon Poems)
Shaken from sleep, and numbed and scarce awake, Out in the trench with three hours' watch to take, I blunder ...
Autumn (Siegfried Sassoon Poems)
October's bellowing anger breaks and cleaves The bronzed battalions of the stricken wood In whose lament I hear a voice ...
October (Siegfried Sassoon Poems)
Across the land a faint blue veil of mist Seems hung; the woods wear yet arrayment sober Till frost shall ...